ALSION COULDN'T HELP BUT MOVE BACK, but she followed. Emily held a frown, eyes dark with an emotion that she couldn't quite decipher and her hands clenched into a tight fist.
"Alison, that was never my intention."
"I don't even know what to believe anymore..." She says, her hands install entangled themselves in her hair, pulling at it, "everything is just too much."
She felt like spiralling. From experiencing Grayson's death to the secrets everyone had seemed to keep from her. Everything was too much, it was consuming and not in a good way. She didn't even have enough time to process anything- to grief his death properly. To she her father back.
Oh my God...Her father, he was a vampire.
When did life get so complicated so damn fast... something that always seems to flutter her mind, just as questions after question about everything and yet, her mind always ended up asking- why her? Why so many misfortunes?
